I'm in Neddy's room where I can answer my email. He's listening to Motorhëd's music inspired by the World Wrestling Federation, and improvising battles by his favorite stars. He's standing on his desk and jumping onto a blue star-shaped pillow that represents his adversaries, but when he has finished tormenting it with all the most dastardly moves, including knuckling it as it lies helpless, jumping on it elbow first to pulverize it, and ripping at it with imaginary barbed wire from the cage that has been lowered over his epic struggles, he creates its final finishing off and three-second pin by rolling on the ground and grabbing his own leg with his right arm – he has a bicycle glove on his hand. He's wearing just a pair of red silk boxers, and pausing occasionally to dance to rap tunes.